Logs:Eerie Laughter
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| RL Date: 3 March, 2014 |
| Who: Alida, G'laer, Ghena, Ilicaeth, Teisyth |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: G'laer and Teisyth are experiencing that time. It's weird for everyone. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Gheara/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Forward-dated. Proddy G'laer is Proddy. |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.
It's Miller time... or whatever grog substitutes for such in the Snowasis, and as such, Alida can be found strolling into the loud place and ordering herself a large glass of something hoppy from the Telgar area. When that slightly particular laugh impacts the bluie's ears, she automatically swivels her head in order to locate what often enough is yet another of her Wingmates enjoying themself in boisterous fashion. Blinkie. Well, surprise on her that green eyes meet with G'laer instead of another Glacier rider, and the blonde's once-relaxed features slide into an expression touched with ample hints of curiosity. Is he drunk, or..? After some moments - and a slide of a bit of coin over the bartop to the 'tender - the woman bobs her way through the crowd toward where the newly-minted greenie is sprawled. Outside, Ilicaeth's just about to depart from the Bowl to his ledge to eyeball 'his' Weyr's goings-on when his eyeridge-shaded, lazily-whirling blue eyes take in the slightly-suspect Teisyth just beyond him, out yonder. After a moment for thought, the burly blue slowly closes eye-spotted wings once opened for upcoming flight, and proceeds to amble over towards the younger green. « Yo, Teisyth. » is rumbled in casual greeting touched with genial good humor and a puff of golden sand. Now most who know Ghena, know she isn't particularly the brightest glow in the basket, so when Knioth pointedly suggested the rider's lounge, she just brushed it off as one of his peculiar moods. It's not until she's downed her first drink at the bar that she does a double take in her brother's direction - and then eyes the bottom of her glass, brows furrowed. "Maybe I should avoid hard liquor..." She mutters softly before covertly eyeing her laughing brother. "Excuse me, what did you serve that guy over there?" She asks one of the bar staff, eyeing her brother. Drunk... it's possible. He's not red in the face, but he does have a mug in hand, drinking from it with a certain amount of gusto. But maybe G'laer is drunk, it doesn't seem like he catches Alida's approach. The bartender's eyes find the greenrider in question before answering his kin, "He's on his second beer." So. Probably not drunk unless he's suddenly turned light-weight on them all. Teisyth, for her part, is trying to look as unobtrusive as possible. It's not really possible being as boxy as she is and as interestingly shaded. But still, she can hunker down and let her nose stay tucked among her paws. When Ilicaeth approaches, there's a moment of-- not quite panic, but uncertainty mixed with embarrassment but for no apparent reason. « Hi. » It's lackluster compared to her usual brightness, and tinged with an edge of pastel green. Do dragons blush? Since she isn't in the know about G'laer's 'active drinking status,' Alida doesn't make suppositions of his current state. Instead, the woman approaches until she's drawing to a stop just on the greenrider's table's other side, and noting to him in dry alto, "Remind me ta buy ya another round next time ya graduate," before she rather forwardly settles her butt in the seat across from the man. Right now, she's concentrating on this freakish facet of G'laer, and doesn't notice Ghena giving him the hairy eyeball. Outside, Ilicaeth peers at the sight and presence of a rather altered Teisyth before him, and inquires in slight perplexment, « You feelin' okay? » "Must be really good beer then." Ghena mutters, before deciding to go back to her own glass, after offering a wave and the kind of awkward smile you'd expect from a gawky teen whose suddenly seeing a hearbeast with two heads. Let Alida figure it out then. She shivers. "Too strange." "You expect me to need to graduate again?" G'laer's attention on Alida is sudden. Maybe he did see her coming after all. "You could buy me one now. I'm nearly out." He tips his mug a little so she can see there's only about a quarter left. "And you know I never refuse a drink." Beat. "Unless it's like to be poisoned." Blue eyes slant suspiciously toward the bartender, and he catches sight of his sister. "GHENA!" Yep, that's him shouting her name across the bar. "GHENA! C'mere!" And he smiles so prettily in her direction. What charm. What grace. How can she resist? If she doesn't come immediately, he'll even wave at her, beckoning. « Oh, » Teisyth starts, surprised, though again, by what is sort of strangely unknown and possibly unknowable, « I'm fine. Just fine. » Nothing to see here. Her nose shifts to tilt and then she lets a paw settle over just the tip of it. « Are you well? » She thinks to ask of the other dragon a moment later. "Informally..." Alida notes to her new tablemate, a thin smirk decorating her features, even as the woman's green eyes dance. "Graduated ta' full guard, then full rider. When yer wingmates quit givin' ya shit, that'll be another kind uv 'graduation.'" An arch of one pale brow at G'laer's words of another drink have her shaking her head slowly a couple of times - loose hair spilling some about her back with the motion - then raising one hand on the air to try and attract a server's attention in the crowd. Apparently this whole 'buy me another' thing was a foregone conclusion. To the greenrider is murmured, "How many?" as she flicks her gaze to his glass, then back to his face...observing. Ghena, is it? Over her shoulder the bluie now peers, managing to locate the new bluie somewhere amidst the crowd, given her brother's pointed focus. Cue a rather shark-like grin and a curl of finger upon the air that prompts the teen to join them. Ilicaeth, meanwhile, plunks himself down companionably close to Teisyth in order to converse more privately...and study her more easily. Mental sands bob their head in simple acknowledgement of her assertion that she's fine, the greyish-blue soon answering in his usual fashion, « Yep. » Pause, swirl. « Yer G'laer's okay? » Because she's obviously not quite herself now, is she? Ghena doesn't cringe exactly, its more of a rolling shudder and involuntary twitch for her brother and his accomplice. Pint of ale, check. She stands turns heel and eyes her brother again, dragging her heels as she moves over to the table. muttering something to the effect of I should have listened to my dragon under her breath as she makes her way through the noise and bustle. Alida gets a salute, and G'laer? "You feeling ok? Haven't been messing with grandma's herbs again have you?" Because two beers alone wouldn't be the cause, right? G'laer shifts in his seat, leaning forward a little, brows lowering to level that suspicious look at Alida. "How many do I want or how many have I had?" Then he leans back, expression turning cheery again, "The answer in both cases is two." He shifts on the bench, sweeping a hand down to pat the now free space beside him to indicate Ghena should sit! Of course she should. Why shouldn't she want to, just because he's smiling like a psycho-killer waiting to pop out of a closet... "Not tonight. Though maybe when I head back up. I've a free day tomorrow, so I could hit them hard and no harm's done." Something is clearly up when G'laer's speaking so freely of Gran's herbs. "You can come by if you like. I've enough to share." While the greenrider is the picture of relaxation (ish), Teisyth's muscles tense as Ilicaeth settles, some muscle or other in her flank twitching involuntarily a moment later. « What? » As if she hadn't considered before that G'laer might not be okay. Only the pastel greens deepen to more verdant shades. « Oh, yes. Yes, he's fine. Totally okay. Nothing wrong with him at all. » Nope. Not even if that was delivered too fast to be convincing. Ghena's reaction to their invitation is worthy of a few moments of study, Alida's expression altering slightly from wicked to vaguely impishly curious. With the other bluie's salute comes the blonde's casual alto, "We're not on duty. No need..." and a passing wave off of aforementioned sign of respect. Notice how she doesn't make any room for the other female to sit beside her...especially since G'laer's patting his bench. With the shift of G'laer's expressions back and forth comes the blonde's inner snicker-giggle, seen in a flash of merriment in her eyes before she too inquires, "I got tomorrow off, too. What kinda herbs?" It's at this point that the server shows up, the guy taking her order for "A large pitcher uv' what he's drinkin', please." Beyond the human gathering, Ilicaeth takes Teisyth's assertions with a pound of salt, hiding his humor behind a veil of dancing crystalline motes within his sands. « He looks pretty relaxed. Kinda different from usual... » Obviously the blue is looking through his rider's eyes at G'laer. The younger bluerider just gives her brother a look as she drops on the bench, thumb going to the belt loop with that nice new knife someone gave her as a turnday present. Ghena's jaw drops so low she could catch a crawler or vtol. She reaches over to press the back of her hand to his forehead, fevers cause episodes of insanity right? "S'much as I'd love to take you up on that Grr? It may not be the best idea tonight. Are you sure your feeling ok?" G'laer's eyes roll as his forehead is felt. "I'm fine. Seriously, you act like I've never smiled before." It takes a moment, and then he's laughing. But no, he's not feverish. "Isn't this what you wanted? Me to be brotherly and invite you to do things and hang out?" It's accusatory, but he's grinning, so it's possible that he's not taking it too seriously. Blue eyes flick toward the blonde across the way, "You don't strike me as the type. For Gran's herbs." Then again, look at him. "They're the feel-good kind. Little more than your average cup of relaxing tea. The kind of thing aunties and uncles might be given to imbibing when their joints ache or their children talk too loudly or too stupidly in their vicinity." Beat. "Nothing dangerous, but you have to be willing to surrender a certain amount of control. I'm not sure you have it in you." He asserts, baritone quietly challenging. Teisyth shifts uncomfortably, twisting her tail a little tighter about her. There's laughter in her head, only, it's not her usual deep graceless guffaw, but something too high pitched and even a little shrill; a nervous laugh. « Is he? » As if she hadn't noticed. « I'm sure he's fine. Just fine. » Really. Isn't she convincing? Not so much. There's a quick sip of her beer to provide Alida with cover to hide her grin behind when Ghena checks out if her freakishly-behaving brother is feverish, the woman paying for the big-ass pitcher of beer that's quickly brought back to their table while the blood-related pair exchange words. At the greenrider's words of herbs comes a more thoughtful, considering look easing over 'lida's features, even as she nods her understanding of what he's talking about...though his words of stupid children make the bluie snicker. Wait-whut? He's challenging her?! "You oughta' talk..." is muttered out a bit testily. "You gotta' stick farther up yer ass than my own is mine." Challenge right back, there! Teisyth's shrill laugh somehow manages to grate some on the usually mellow Ilicaeth, his sands unable to keep from scouring a little around her mental 'edges.' Wince. Still... « Yeah, he's fine... But yer acting a little like he does, an' he like you. Why? » Is there really any reply to that? He is friendlier, even if she's harboring a suspicion that he's having a psychotic break. "Fair enough Grr. Fair enough." Beer, these things are best resolved with more beer. "Are you two going to have some sorta contest to see who's the bigger badass? er something?" "Do I?" G'laer questions the older of the two blueriders present. "Maybe you're just not in the right place at the right time to see me cut loose." 'And whose fault is that?' the tone implies, even if he doesn't speak the words, teasing the blonde with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Then to Ghena, after draining the last of what was in his mug, "I believe it's less badass, and more tight-ass that we're currently quibbling over." Not that her question seems to have stopped them from doing exactly that. « What? » It's difficult to tell if Teisyth's playing dumb or ... is dumb. Past interactions probably tend toward the latter. « I don't know. I'm fine. We're fine. Everything's fine! » And no one's in denial about anything. There's a slightly withering look for Ghena at her inquiry, Alida then rolling her eyes hugely before she guzzles a few large pulls from the rest of her Telgari brew...emptying the glass. Nearly-immediately after the other bluerider's done talking, 'lida's pouring herself another glass in expert fashion, the small head sipped away as her green eyes turn down to watch it... that merciless gaze directed inward for a moment. "Apparently..." is noted in somewhat dark fashion, touched with an edge of sarcasm, back to G'laer. "So cut loose more often, around yer pals..." the older bluie notes almost casually, even as she takes up the pitcher and pours him another round. His following words to Ghena inspire a tight little smirk, however, and Ghena becomes her focus, even as the slightly younger guard in this equation notes in bald-faced fashion, "Betcher' wanting ta abandon ship by now, eh?" of her fellow bluie. Outside, Ilicaeth's cop-like pushing of his 'suspect' is eased off on as the green seems to be sticking to her guns...and maybe getting a little wound up. « Whatever you say... » the blue rumbles in careless fashion, his sands shrugging much as his rider's shoulders would. He does, however, crane his shorter neck and head over to try and lightly bump Teisyth's jaw with his nose. "Jump Ship?" Ghena's tone is confused, "Why would I jump ship?" Since that seems to be the safest question, rather than join the quibble about whose the more stoic of the two between Alida and G'laer. She might actually be blowing bubbles in her beer impudently. "Could," G'laer supposes in answer to the blonde, "Only, then isn't it that much less special when I do?" He starts to reach for the pitcher of beer, only there's more happening than the small world of the booth in the bar. Teisyth is scrambling suddenly away, in a clear overreaction to the proximity of Ilicaeth's nose. Noooo touchie!! G'laer's attention to the dragon is immediate. Only, Ghena is between him and the exit to the booth. Under normal circumstances, maybe this would mean a demand for her to move, but right now, under these special circumstances, there's a throwback to the Days of Grr as he twists and nimbly slips one arm behind his sister's back and the other under her knees pushing her toward the end of the booth. She'd probably fall on her arse were it not for the way that his muscles flex and he lifts her just as her legs start to clear the edge of the table. For just a moment, she's suspended in his arms and he even grrs for effect before just as swiftly and suddenly setting her back on her feet, his own finding him a sprinted path toward the bowl. Let what started weird be weirder as Teisyth continues her panicked movements toward the stairs of the patio ledge to meet her rider. "Fuckin' jerk..." Alida notes sourly of G'laer's smug-seeming retort, the blonde then staring outright at the man's reaction to... something. Which is quickly enough explained by a puzzled and vaguely-apologetic Ilicaeth with, « Man, she's freaky t'day. » Beat. « Sorry. » Eyeroll. Even as Ghena's lifted then set back down - and G'laer's sprinting out to the Bowl - Alida's taking up that pitcher of beer and her own glass, and following him, while also grumbling to anyone in the way, "Clear a space!" Her words aren't concerned, but they are enough of an 'order' for her fellow riders to at least cut a bit of a way through. Outside, Ilicaeth's eye whirl a mix of rainbow colors, then move towards a mix of purple and blue flecked with a vague hints of yellow. Crazy green dragon. He's climbing to his feet, however, and watching Teisyth carefully. Headcock. The startled squeak of protest is over as quickly as it begins once Ghena's back on her feet again, and staring. She's not exactly small or light either. Backing out of Alida's way she's rubbing the back of her neck, dumbfounded. "I think I'm just gonna go home now." Not that anyone's listening, but the startled Bluerider heads in the opposite direction, hiccuping. Teisyth is making small sounds that are nearly whimpers. Distressed, to be sure, as G'laer reaches her in a pair of bounds down the steps. The display of public affection that follows is ... well, unheard of, really, as without hesitation his arms wrap around the green's muzzle, hugging her. "Hey now," is gently chided, "Everything's alright. You're fine, I'm fine, everything's fine." These words. It can't be a coincidence that Teisyth relayed the same to Ilicaeth not long ago. "It's just for a couple days. And then it will be over. Business as usual. And it's normal." Even if they're acting anything but. "Alright?" Another little whimpery sound has him nodding, "Let's go then." Arms release, but he's soon back in contact with the green, climbing to her neck. Sadly, there doesn't seem to be another thought spared for Alida and her pitcher of beer. Or Ilicaeth and his observation. They're just up and away, not even heading for their weyr but rather vanishing into a blink of nothing high above. She waits back from the little scene, observing, and finally looking away in her own inner mix of sympathy and embarrassment at another dragonrider's love for his 'partner.' She knows it well enough, after all. It's Ilicaeth's better hearing and nearness to the upset green that allows him to offer his own lifemate the exact words G'laer gives Teisyth, even as the man climbs aboard his green, and they take off. Oh... OH. Duuuuh. If she was in mixed company, the woman might be blushing a bright pink at the realization. A look out to Ilicaeth soon follows, and when the blue's done watching the pair above wink Between, he turns his now sedate and thoughtful blue gaze to his own 'mate. « Guess that explains it well enough... » Yep. No shit, Sherlock. Have no doubts that the slatey-blue will be watching Teisyth much more closely these next few days on his own, while pretending otherwise to his rider. When potential opportunity knocks at your door, open it! A final shrug of Alida's shoulders is the only thing emoted before she strides back inside the Snowasis, finally joining a small knot of Glacier riders to drink and 'reassure' them that all is perfectly fine. |
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